"What?" Randolph's eyes widened as he asked in shock, "How are you—?"
"How am I fine?" Aaron picked up the staff and spun it twice. "I've studied ancient runes too.
"I can roughly tell what kind of magic the runes on the staff possess. It amplifies strength by magnifying the anger in one's heart, similar to adrenaline, except it's a super-enhanced version.
"Unfortunately, it can't affect my emotions."
"Truly... impressive," Randolph said with an awkward laugh.
"Let's get back to the point. Professor, where is the third piece of the staff?"
"How would I know?"
"You're an expert on Norse Mythology, and the stories you told were incredibly realistic, almost as if..." Aaron paused and looked at him meaningfully. "You experienced them yourself."
"Mythological stories." Randolph's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly unconcerned. "Anything that has been passed down naturally has its own logic."
"The Berserker came to Earth to fight, but he fell in love.
"To keep the staff from falling into the hands of people with ulterior motives, he split it into three pieces and hid them separately, leaving behind riddles indicating their locations.
"The story is vivid and compelling, but there's one point that's easy to overlook.
"The Berserker was an Asgardian, and even the most ordinary Asgardian has a lifespan of five thousand years."
Gulp!
Randolph swallowed almost imperceptibly. "What are you trying to say?"
"Since the Berserker came to Earth on a combat mission, he should have been in his prime. Estimating him at one or two thousand years old would be reasonable.
"Even if we add another thousand years, three thousand would be the absolute limit.
"By that calculation, even after all these centuries, the Berserker should still be alive, with at least a thousand years left to enjoy life.
"So here's